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there.”
    “Good. Your detention sessions won’t be free
time where you just sit there and do homework or amuse yourself.
You are to show up without any books and we will give you
assignments when you arrive that will be completed before you are
able to leave. Is that clear?” Father Santiago’s cold eyes bore
through her again.
    “Yes Father.” She kept her eyes downcast. She
had really done it this time.
    “You may go back to class now.” The Father
stood, turned on his heal and looked out the window.
    She grabbed her book bag and all but ran from
the room. There was no way her mother could find out about this or
she would be grounded for a month. Or could she be grounded, she
wondered. She was eighteen next week after all. No matter, her
birthday was ruined. All she wanted to do was have a little fun.
Stretch the rules a little. Clearly it hadn’t been a great idea. At
least detention with the fathers beat detention with Sister Mary
Joseph. The fathers were at least eye candy, even if they were
celibate and probably gay. Weren’t all priests?
    ***
    When she descended the dark back stairwell
into the basement she wasn’t sure she was in the right place.
Fortunately right at the bottom of the stairs was a room. The door
was open and inside sat Father Santiago. There was a single desk in
the room facing a blackboard. A larger teacher’s desk sat off to
the left. It felt like a tomb.
    So this is where the worst students in the
school went to detention, she thought. She stepped into the
room and Father Santiago came behind her and closed the classroom
door.
    “Sit, Miss Garcia.”
    She went to the desk and almost sat on it.
But when it poked her she jumped up and looked down. Was that what
she thought it was? She went to grab it to take it off the desk
chair, but it was attached.
    “I said sit down.”
    “Umm, I would, Father, but there’s a dildo on
this chair.” She let out a nervous laugh and looked up at the
father, probably with a very surprised look on her face. That’s how
she felt.
    “Ah good, you know what it is and therefore
you should be able to insert it without help.”
    She felt her jaw drop. He couldn’t be
serious. “I’m not…”
    “You can sit or you can be expelled.”
    Father Santiago wasn’t giving her much of a
choice. She looked at the dildo again with disbelief. Part of her
wanted to follow the order and to know what it felt like, but the
other part of her was absolutely terrified. Terrified of such an
odd situation but even more terrified to confront her sexuality
head on. Especially in front of a priest. At least he was good
looking. Tall, dark, handsome and all that. No matter, it was still
really strange. “I’m a virgin, father.”
    “Good. Then it will be more painful and
therefore more of a penance. Do you need help?” Father Santiago’s
expression didn’t falter at all. He remained completely
emotionless; on the outside at least.
    “Should I remove my panties?” She bit her lip
again, afraid of the dildo in the desk chair.
    “It would probably be easier to put the dildo
inside your vagina, yes.” He leaned against the big desk and
watched her.
    Self-conscious but strangely aroused, she
slipped her panties over her hips and down her thighs. When they
fell around her ankles she gingerly stepped out of them, then
picked them up and slipped them into her skirt pocket. She lifted
her skirt a little so she could see where the dildo was and guide
it into her already wet hole. It pressed against the opening and
she gently pushed herself down on it. “It hurts a little.”
    “It will,” the father said plainly. “Keep
pushing it in until you are sitting on the chair.”
    She sat down further feeling the head of the
dildo make its way into her. It really hurt but she kept going.
    “It helps if you work it in slowly,” Father
Santiago offered. “Take it out, put it back in, working it deeper
and deeper into you each time.”
    He’d obviously instructed someone in